to Daniel with care

to Daniel with care

I finished my journal-

a year of thought in a back pocket.

Its end is the dusting of February flakes.

I leave footprints.

In this and the next,

both bound in black and seeped with blue.

Blue so dark it's mismatched black.

Because I stare out windows

to diamonds covered in snow.

I welcome the cold.

It's familiar and comforting,

but I want you to see.

We are but manifested emotions

and I am most assuredly freezing.